The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

As you may be able to tell, I was at a party last night,

specifically the party thrown by Bing Lee who was manipulated into doing so

by my deceptively deceptive baby sister Lydia.

And well, I have to admit, the party was pretty fun, and pretty crazy.

It wasn't crazy in the "keg stand whoa I got a beer!" type of way,

but more in the private caterers, swan ice sculptures,

and "I'm sorry, what exactly is osso buco?" type of way.

It was both awesome and kind of sensory overload.

And I think I lost my favorite necklace.

But, through all the craziness, the biggest thing to note is not

what was left at Bing Lee's, but whom.

My name is Lizzie Bennett, and Jane didn't come home last night.

I know what you're thinking. Looks like somebody may have gotten binged last night.

But seriously? No. No, no, no!

All of you get your dirty minds out of the gutter.

This is Jane Bennet we're talking about here.

If they weren't binging, what were they doing all night? Well, I'm going to tell you.

Wait, wait, how are you doing a reenactment of something that you didn't even witness?

Are we not lifelong scholars of the many moods of Jane Bennet? Your words.

I mean, how do you know that they didn't -

- Bing? - Okay, really? That needs to stop.

So, did you enjoy the party tonight?

Oh yes, especially the ice sculptures. Swans are so beautiful.

They are the second most beautiful creatures I have ever laid my eyes upon.

But, splendid! I am happy that you're happy. You're happy, right?

Oh, very much so. Everything is so perfect and wonderful,

it's as if the clouds parted for the stars. Don't they seem especially bright?

The stars are brighter every night that you stand beneath them.

- Not in the script. - But that's totally what he did, right?

I don't know. I wasn't there! Yeah, that was probably no more than 80% accurate.

Okay, 50. But seriously, I got a text from Jane this morning.

Stayed up all night with Bing. Just talked.